As if every thought
Every stream of consciousness
Is to no avail
And I know not who I am
I have only ever learned
To examine myself in pieces
Lost fragments of time and space
That do not quite match up anymore
But my puzzle is beyond scattered
So far lost and broken
That to start anew
Would be much more sensible
Than to search for myself
In the nooks and crannies
Of this mundane world
Straining to see
The distant pops of color
That might still be lingering
The soiled depths of my mind
54 thoughts on “Scattered”
Sounds like your mind i similar to my own…
i often find that reaching into my mind is like walking in mud!
Thanks for reading!
“The soiled depths of my mind”
Sometimes I think my entire mind is soiled, and not just its depths.
Well done! I can totally relate….
Powerful words. “I have only ever learned to examine myself in pieces” – exactly! Well stated. Thank you.
No, thank you!
Your very good at painting pictures–step outside yourself a tiny bit and realize we are all in the same place–now or once upon a time, always, sometimes and include the world when you speak, if that feels good to you.
Oh, I step outside myself all the time.
Wow, this was a really good one! I like it a lot.
Beautiful and heart breaking at the same time.
That was very beautiful.
It reminded me of something Tupac said:
Yes, I love the hip hop. Sorry :p
Wow, incredibly beautiful! Love it.
I like your poem. I cannot just click like.
This is wonderful, and full of a truth which I can certainly recognise…..somewhere among the nooks and crannies….but such an effort to search! The poem has a lovely pace which gathers us along 🙂
Thank you so much!
This poem makes me want to give you a hug. I am glad you liked my blog so that I could be aware of your talent.
Thank you for writing and sharing.
Wow! This introspection is quite profound 😄 Caro
A very good poem! I really enjoyed experiencing within you what I myself can relate with. You have great depth and self-awareness. You have the ability to express you personal struggles with beauty, allowing the reader to feel warmly invited into the heart of who you are.
I read this and I feel like you are me. You are not like me, YOU are ME. That’s how much I relate. Eloquently written.
Liked this a lot. I read a lot of poetry, and usually find myself skipping to the next one without even finishing. It is funny…that you can connect with one persons work from the first line, and others, no connection is made at all. I look forward to reading more from you.
You know I really resonated with this line “To examine myself in pieces” The written word has a way of placing you in the midst of your own stuff while wearing someone else’s robe and slippers. Very nice poem, thanks for sharing it with us.
Nice poem–I especially like the last line. Thanks for liking my blog post!
Thanks! And you’re welcome
Thanks for taking me along on this trip. Your words take me someplace other and yet the same place. Will definitely continue witnessing your journey.
I liked this (and also thanks for popping by my post). I think the poem has an edge of pessimism, that actually turns out pretty cool. Interesting! Cheers for the post 🙂
No probs! 🙂
Fabulous poem as always. I also want to thank you so much for being a loyal viewer/reader of my blog, it’s much appreciated!
Thank you! And you are very welcome.
The rhythm of this one supports the sentiment to help readers feel what you felt. Cheer up, your brain and heart are not soiled anymore, or you could not have written so well. OK maybe extremely rattled people can write wild stuff like Kerouac or Ginsberg, so either you’re the next great emotional beat poet, or you’re able to tap into a large stream of genius that surpasses any soil in a “let’s sublimate it” way, or you’re all better and writing of a very difficult past in a very lucid lyrical way.
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Really well written. Loved this.
took a bit for this one to sink in. very nice.